Written from a prompt at the Sunday Whirl
Odin and Zeus, three good eyes between them
are slumped on my couch, surrounded by
crumpled chip bags, pizza crusts, soda cans
trash piling up while the gods play video games
They yell Yes! and slap high-fives when they defeat
an evil troll using only the strength of their wits
which gets them to the next level. Zeus cheats,
banging his lightning bolt on the ground
to shoot sparks of light into the darkness of
this cave built by story. Deep underground
is an ancient dragon to vanquish.
Sleeping now, he hoards a giant amethyst
with magical properties. Our heroes battle
forward while I order in Chinese and let them play.
Sometimes, far from home, even gods
need a break from their ordinary world.
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